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Broken. Through.

Category: Eve Moore Thursday, 10 June 2021 Written by Eve Moore Views: 1444

Broken

I ferried the stones with such care from where they sit gracing my

home to where they are now graced by the moon/sun, recharging

by the cosmic light of the heavens, the worlds known and unknown.

Among my many precious stones is one whom I turn to again and

again, keeping it always close to hand, oft tucked under my pillow

so that I may curl it into the palm of my flesh and feel its power.

Chrysanthemum stone. A polished oval fitting wholly, perfectly in

my open paw, poised atop a carefully gathered bundle of stones,

fell onto the slate of the place where moonbeams fall, and broke.

Oh! Not you! No, not you, I thought. Heartbroken for my clumsiness,

my lack of better care, my failure to safeguard its journey. Steeping

in the hot brew of these thoughts/feelings I took myself up to bed.

Preceded by a sacred soak in a salty bath sprinkled with clary sage —

balance. Still, steeping: what does it mean?…to break a beloved stone

the night of this new moon/solar eclipse dawn? And the bell struck.

And my inner self spoke: what does it mean to you? And I thought,

how perfect, really, this new symbol, this new break with the past.

Breaking all the limits, thinking, beliefs masquerading as my own.

That I am not enough, not smart, clever, beautiful, worthy, valuable,

capable, able enough to do/be whatever it is I wish. Even something as

insignificant as transporting a beloved stone safely to a moonstruck windowsill.

Breaking these bindings unwittingly, unconsciously blinding my sense, my

freedom. My whole. Broken. Open. As seeds, flowers—hearts do. This stone has done,

rending its neither black nor white a talisman of a new way of being in this world:

much more whole for my many, many parts, my many dimensions that fit seam-

fully together, however separate they may appear from a vantage too near.

They are integrated in a way that I’m learning to see, to trust, honor, allow.

Broken into five pieces on this day of 10 — change. And so I take

this holy gift into my human hand feeling the edges of its broken

state, and I rejoice in my ability to know it as good. And so it is.

∞/∞

Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.

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—Jimi Hendrix

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